Silhouette Kissing Novels & Stories

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

Silas approached and ruffled my hair, and I stared blankly at the blood-stained floor. "Say you love me, and I won't touch the other one," he demanded, his voice a haunting melody in the aftermath. Exhausted and unable to find words, I simply nodded, eliciting a sigh of relief from him. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me into a possessive kiss. The surreal nature of my reality struck me; I was overwhelmed with distress. Wrenching sobs clawed at my chest as Silas embraced me, intensifying the kiss. He nudged my head upward, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

Teeth marks, hand prints on my neck, ass, and breast. “You belong to us, Louisa Andramos. Say it.” and there was that authoritative tone again from Silas that had me nodding to his words. “I belong to you.” I rasped through the kiss. Their heavy breathing mixed with mine filled my ears as their hard bodies sandwiched me in the middle. "You taste so sweet, baby," Kyler spoke between the kisses. I could feel myself burn up. Silas still had his pants hanging loose around his waist; he didn’t need much help freeing his dick, which was still pressing against me.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

Their lips met in a kiss that silenced the room, every pair of eyes fixated on them. The kiss was slow at first, a deliberate exploration that sent a wave of heat through Amira’s body. His lips were soft but firm, moving with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. He deepened the kiss, his other hand resting on her lower back, pulling her closer. The intensity grew as their breaths mingled, the world around them fading into oblivion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and a connection neither of them could deny.

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

"If I could hold you like this, why not?" "You must be kidding me." "I hope to kid things like this, Sydnee. But I'm not. I love holding you like this." I was dumbfounded for a few seconds before a laugh escape from my lips. But I stopped laughing when Rogie's lips enveloped mine. I blinked as I taste mint in his tongue. When he broke away, we were panting hard. My eyes glazed. And after a few seconds, Rogie brought his lips close to mine and put a light kiss beside my lips. It made me shudder as his arms continued tightening around me.

Silas’s expression softened, a look of profound, raw devotion washing over his features as he caught my lips with his. The kiss was slow, deep, and heavy with the shared history of our survival. It wasn't the frantic, chaotic touch of two people hiding from an immediate ambush; it was the deliberate, emotional locking of two souls who had chosen each other in the mud and the blood. The silver-violet light beneath my skin flared in response, a beautiful, liquid warmth that merged with the golden hue of his Lycan aura, binding us together in the quiet twilight. We lay back into the caribou furs, the roaring hearth fire casting frantic, beautiful shadows against the stone walls. We had fought f

"I'm going to need some pictures before you head out." She snaps a few on her phone, then Silas hands her his. He slides an arm around my waist, pulling me close so our bodies align. I lean into him, smiling for the photo, and without warning, his other hand slips to the back of my thigh. In one fluid movement, he dips me low, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that steals my breath. I catch the flicker of a flash behind my lids. Kathy lets out a low whistle as she hands Silas his phone back and shakes her head with a knowing smirk. "You lovebirds have fun tonight." She steps forward to hug Silas, adding, "Give Atticus a hug and a kiss for me, will you?"

That Cain said she wasn't ready. But his words had awakened something hungry and desperate inside her. Something that wanted to be known, to be claimed, to be loved with the same terrifying intensity he was offering. "What happens if I do it again?" she asked. "If I slip into your dreams?" Silas's smile was dark and full of promise. "Then I'll make sure to give you something worth dreaming about." His mouth captured hers before she could respond, kissing her with a desperation that stole her breath. It was different from his brothers....Damian kissed like he was claiming territory, Damon kissed like he was starting a war. But Silas kissed like he was drowning and she was air.